Eleanora H Stooke – författare

Excerpt: "The funeral was over, and the mourners had returned to the small villa which had been the abode of Mrs. Abbot and her little daughter to discuss what was to be done with the few bits of poor furniture, and to decide where Mousey was to make her future home. Mousey, whose real name was Arabella, but who had always been called Mousey on account of her quiet ways and soft brown eyes, was beginning to awaken from the dream-like feeling which had mercifully dulled her senses since her mother''s death four days before, and to realise her loss, which was indeed great, for her father had died when she had be.”

Prosperity''s Child by Eleanora H. Stooke is a historical fiction novel set in the early 20th century. The story revolves around the life of Emma Thurston, a young woman born into a wealthy family in New York City. Emma struggles to find her place in society and rebels against her family''s expectations for her to marry and become a socialite. Emma''s journey takes her to Europe, where she becomes involved in the suffrage movement and meets important figures such as Emmeline Pankhurst and Winston Churchill. The novel explores themes of class, gender, and the fight for equality, as well as the challenges faced by women during this time period. (Amazon)

Excerpt: "Oh, Jo, such news! I don''t know whether I''m pleased or not; but I do hope it will be for the best!" And so saying, the speaker, Mrs. Dennis, laid down the letter she had been reading and glanced at her husband, with a smile upon her lips and tears in her eyes. It was half-past eight on a fine September morning, and the Dennis family—comprised of Dr. Dennis, his wife, and three children, Edwin and Claude, aged eleven and nine respectively, and Poppy, a bright little maiden of eight—were seated at the breakfast-table. Four pairs of eyes turned curiously upon Mrs. Dennis as she spoke, and her husband hastened to inquire: "What is it, my dear? What is it you hope will be for the best? That is a letter from your brother, is it not?" "Yes, in which he informs me that he is going to be married again; and he wants us to have Freddy to stay with us for a few months whilst he and his bride are away on their wedding trip. Here, Jo—" and as she spoke Mrs. Dennis handed the letter to her husband— "read what he says for yourself."

Excerpt: ""Joy, I wish you''d put down that stupid book, and talk! You can''t think how curious I feel! And how you can sit there reading so quietly when mother''s in the next room with that strange gentleman, I can''t imagine! I wonder what he''s saying to her! I don''t believe you''re in the least curious to know!" Joy, whose real name was Joyce, shut her book, and looked at the speaker—her sister Celia—with thoughtful, grey eyes. Her mind was still occupied with the entrancing story she had been reading; and it took her several minutes to realise that her companion was in a state of feverish impatience to ascertain the business of the visitor who had requested a private interview with their mother, and still kept her in earnest conversation in the drawing-room. Joy had admitted the stranger into the house nearly half an hour before."

Angel''s Brother is a heartwarming tale of love, resilience, and the power of friendship. Eleanora H. Stooke weaves a captivating story that follows the extraordinary bond between a young girl and her mischievous guardian angel. Through trials and triumphs, this enchanting narrative explores the transformative power of love and the enduring strength of the human spirit. (Amazon)

Set against the backdrop of a war-torn world, this poignant story follows the lives of young children who must navigate the harsh realities of conflict. Through their extraordinary strength and unwavering spirit, these little soldiers demonstrate the power of hope and unity in the face of adversity. With beautiful prose and unforgettable characters, Stooke delivers a powerful narrative that will touch the hearts of readers young and old. (Amazon)

Excerpt: "It was a cold, dull, February day; but it did not rain, and the street was thronged with vehicles, whilst the pedestrians—mostly of the lower classes, for the district was a poor one—hustled against each other on the pavements. No one took any notice of the two children who had been standing before a toy shop window for the last ten minutes. And, indeed, there was nothing about them to attract the observation of a casual observer, although the countenance of the little girl, with its finely-cut features and sweet expression, possessed a delicate beauty which was certainly out of the common. No one looking at Peggy Pringle would have guessed that she was blind, for her eyes, in colour the darkest blue, were as clear as crystal; but the sad fact was that the blessing of sight was denied to her."